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Jan. 20th, 2012 08:41 pmIt was going to be a nice afternoon. It's a Friday, and tomorrow I'm going to go to my wedding dress fitting, and get my costume together, etc because tomorrow is the weekend and a weekend is always a good thing.
Instead this afternoon I had to send a redunancy notice (not my own, obviously, but it increases anxiety) which was just horrible, and then I popped home via my mums to discover that since Sunday I haven't lost any more weight. Which is STUPID because I have lost weight, more than I needed to, and I'm back into the size of clothing I want to be, and I should just take it basically a sign that I need to start eating lunch again, but instead I am irrationally bereft. Which makes me feel even worse, because now I'm in a spiral where I hate myself for being irrational. And yes, I know I should exercise instead, and I am aware that unsurprisingly a bloody stupid crash diet is not going to be a miracle because I haven't failed Feminism 101 quite that much, but ARGH.
Tomorrow I have to get up early and go for aforementioned dress fittings. If I fit back into the dress, then I will probably be massively better about the whole thing, but there we go.
Richie is making wedding favours tonight LIKE A BOSS. I am not getting involved as I'm useless at crafty things and he is doing a marvellous job, and to be honest all I want to do is curl up in a tiny ball and sleep. Or eat Maltesers.
Instead this afternoon I had to send a redunancy notice (not my own, obviously, but it increases anxiety) which was just horrible, and then I popped home via my mums to discover that since Sunday I haven't lost any more weight. Which is STUPID because I have lost weight, more than I needed to, and I'm back into the size of clothing I want to be, and I should just take it basically a sign that I need to start eating lunch again, but instead I am irrationally bereft. Which makes me feel even worse, because now I'm in a spiral where I hate myself for being irrational. And yes, I know I should exercise instead, and I am aware that unsurprisingly a bloody stupid crash diet is not going to be a miracle because I haven't failed Feminism 101 quite that much, but ARGH.
Tomorrow I have to get up early and go for aforementioned dress fittings. If I fit back into the dress, then I will probably be massively better about the whole thing, but there we go.
Richie is making wedding favours tonight LIKE A BOSS. I am not getting involved as I'm useless at crafty things and he is doing a marvellous job, and to be honest all I want to do is curl up in a tiny ball and sleep. Or eat Maltesers.
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